Story Time with DNC: Office Extravaganza

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It’s time for some erotic fiction. Let your Friday be full of great reads and incredible organisms.

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OFFICE  EXTRAVAGANZA

by DNC

“I’ll lock the door when I leave. . .don’t worry about it,” I yelled to Dora, the operations manager.

“Thanks, Nat. You’re the greatest,” she responded.

I had decided to stay as long as it took to complete my dashboards.  I walked back to my reception desk and unlocked my screen to notice that I had an IM up.

Marc:  You still here too?

It was the new guy. He was working late on his first week — poor baby.

Natalie:  Yeah. They work me to the bone every day.

Marc:  Man, they’re tough here.  How do you do it?

Natalie:  I just do it. Like Nike.

Marc:   LOL. Yeah I like that motto, in more than one way.

I sat back and wondered exactly what he meant. How many ways could you just do it? Was he flirting with me?

Marc was the new IT manager brought in to help with our computer chaos. He seemed quiet, even shy at times. Most of the ladies thought he was cute; twenty-six years old, five/ten with caramel skin. He was alright. Okay, maybe a little cute. Let me stop fronting; he was hot. It was the first time in a while that the office had had some eye-candy, but he was definitely delicious to the eyes.

Marc:  Hello!

Natalie:  My bad, I just got a phone call.

I lied because I didn’t want him to know that I was trying to figure out his comment.

Natalie:  What are you up to this weekend?

Marc:   I’ll probably go play some ball and then chill at home.  Maybe do some cooking.

Natalie:   Oh you cook?  Go ahead! I don’t know too many men that can cook.

Marc:   Oh I cook, girl.  I do it well, just like other things.

All the innuendos were starting to add up: I was sure he was being flirtatious now.  I crossed my legs and moved a little closer to my computer screen.

Marc:  What do you like to eat?

Natalie:  I love seafood, especially crab legs.

Marc:   I’m not really a seafood person, but I do love fish.  I’ll try anything twice.  I have a thing about having different textures on my tongue.

My mind shifted to wondering how much he would like the taste of me. What am I doing? Jon was at home. At this moment, cooking dinner waiting on me to join him. I refocused my mind and shifted the conversation.

Natalie:   So, are you watching the game this weekend?

Marc:   Yeah, but I think I’m going to come in this weekend and do a little work.

Natalie:   Yeah, I think I am too, because I need a head start on some projects for next week.

I thought it was a little funny how we both felt the need to come in and work on the weekend.

Not too many other people in the office like that idea at all, but I usually do.  I have a key and pass-code for every door in the building.

Natalie:   I’m coming in the afternoon on Saturday. If you want to come then I can let you in.

Marc:  Sounds good. See you at 1:00 on Saturday.

I was just getting back from a five-day vacation, so I had only been in the office three times since he started. Marc was a nice, hardworking guy. He had a genuine smile and spoke to everyone; even the “I hate my job every day” grouchy people.  It was refreshing to have someone else around who seemed to be as calm as I was.

On the ride home that night, I was thinking about whether or not we had everything for dinner, when my mind slipped back to the IM conversation I’d had with Marc.  I could just hear his soothing, mellow voice speak those words to me: “I have a thing about having different textures on my tongue.”

I felt a little moisture develop between my legs. Could I be attracted to Marc? Hell yeah, who wouldn’t be?  I told myself as I pulled up to my apartment complex.

***Bonus Scene***

That night, I’m not sure if I had a dream or a nightmare. Marc was inside of me, deep inside my pink walls, and I wanted him to go even deeper, but Jon was watching…

Read the full story with the bonus scene on DNC’s Patreon page, plus more exclusive stories. Keep the passion flowing.

She’s Been Picked up for Two Years Straight!

Yes, yes! Part II of my YA fiction story was picked up by Z Publishing. Yes, that makes two consecutive years that my short stories have been selected for their anthology. My first story, Beauty Hurts selected for their Georgia’s Emerging Writers: Anthology of Fiction series was published last year. This year, “What She Deserves” made it into their America’s Emerging Young Adult Writers: Deep South series this year.

I’m so blessed to have this opportunity to not only have a publisher believe in my work  but also to cross-over into another genre that I love. Purchase your copy, or any book, through the links below and I get see a few coins (God is grand). #SupportIndieAuthors

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Published 2019; Featured story “What She Deserves”

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Published 2018; Featured story, “Beauty Hurts”

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I appreciate you all and your continue support!

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[Urban E-News] The Revolution WILL be Televised

I’m just here to report the news. There is so much going on right now that it’s the least I can do but these are only tidbits on the happenings occurring around the world for #nojusticenopeace #blacklivesmatter.

‘I can’t breathe!’ Protesters chant Garner’s chokehold plea

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A Grand Jury Did Indict One Person Involved In Eric Garner’s Killing — The Man Who Filmed It
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#CrimingWhileWhite, #ICantBreathe dominate Twitter talk in Eric Garner case
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Reaction to the Michael Brown Jr. Case: Numbness

I sat with my husband and daughter and watched the grand jury verdict come down. No indictment for Darren Wilson. I immediately felt my mind and body go numb. I was not able to sit through the entire “verdict” delivery. I went to my baby daughter’s room and just sat. I cried. I prayed. And then the anger hit and it has yet to dissipate. I refused to watch TV or look at my phone the rest of the night in hopes that this aggression would subside but it hasn’t. I hate that looting and violence ensued but it’s hard to know how to respond to such a racially driven, societal issue. So I’ll turn my numbness around and use some of these emotions to state this:

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Michael Brown Jr., you and all other lost young and old black men lives matter. To be black, is to be amazing and you sir, have sparred emotions that were once forgotten or overshadowed. #wehear #werespond #wegrow

It’s not “okay” Ferguson

So I wanted to do a different post today; something that was focused on winning the war and not the battle. Or something positive and inspirational for all my fathers, brothers, sons and nephews back home. But I woke up this morning with a different feeling, a feeling of anger, stress, frustration, anxiety, worry and exhaustion. The verdict is in as we can all see as they prepare the city for the anticipated violence and destruction; violence and destruction that wouldn’t happen if justicferguson-missouri-8e was served.

Gun sales are up. The city is calm as if a monstrous storm was heading its way. My Auntie told me that she felt in her spirit that things weren’t going to be right weeks ago. And now, more than likely, by the end of the weekend we will know that it’s okay to take another young black man’s life. So what am I supposed to tell any black man or boy in my life? Don’t be mad? The law will protect you? It’s OK? But it’s not OK!

I have witnessed my husband getting pulled over because he was in a nice vehicle by two white police officers. I’ve heard many stories of constant harassment of black men in their own neighborhoods, as if they didn’t deserve to live there. I’ve watched young black men and women get harassed by police officers as a white crowd fights nearby on the street.

So why don’t they deserve to feel safe? Why do they deserve to keep getting murdered by the masses, whether it is by our own community or the law? I struggle not to tell fathers, brothers, nephews and sons to watch their back. Stay protected at all times because the US struggles to find worth in each breath you take?

 “Rioting is the language of the unheard.” – Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Michael Brown of Ferguson, MOI want to tell them it’s ok to be mad and scared because you should be. But to take those emotions and make them drive you to a new level, greater than your oppressors. But what this “new level” looks like, I have no clue. All I know is that our leaders like Dr. King and Malcolm X pushed us to advance ourselves and be greater than our evils. Hell we finally got a black man into the White House so we’ve come a long way…right? I’ll be honest with you, I’ve been very supportive of the President remaining fair yet unapologetic for his stance on certain issues like the Trayvon Martin case or his political stance on LGBT rights but I feel like this is a time for him to get furious and state what he has held back for a long time. He has dealt with undeniable racism from other political parties and public news outlets which has siphon down to our young men.ferguson-630x354

So as you can see I’m at a dead end. The optimistic, inspirational side of me is searching high and low for a resolution but the realistic, pessimistic side of me wants to push every black man and boy I know to not be scared to fight back at any cost. You are worthy. You deserve a chance and you need to make sure that you are given that chance.

Please share your thoughts because it hurts my heart to not have anything more “positive” to state but I feel like our harsh reality has come to a peak and we are running out of “positive” answers. #prayers #ferguson #nojusticenopeace

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